The Green Table

One of the major reasons I wanted to go on the road trip was the chance to see Mesa Verde. Anybody interested in history in Colorado has heard of the Anasazi ruins and the great Cliff Palace they created. My father and I had actually tried the trip before, but had barely made it past the small town of Baily before we had to turn back due to car issues. I've been waiting years for my chance to return.

The first thing that struck me as I drove up the side of the Mesa was just how large Mesa Verde truely is. The Mesa is huge, and you can see how the early Spanish explorers who named it could have missed finding the cliff dwellings.


This is actually a panorama of 5 vertically oriented frames

While there are over 600 cliff dwellings in the park, I made a bee-line for the Cliff Palace overlook for the chance to explore the largest and most famous of the structures. Imagine my dismay when I got there and found out that in order to go down to the Cliff Palace, you had to have a ticket for one of the ranger led tours. I hadn't bought one, so we made a quick drive back to the Visitors Center to see what time slots were still available.



The earliest time that could accomodate us was 4:30, so we had a few hours to kill, and decided to take in the views at the Spruce Tree House, which is a smaller but better preserved cliff dwelling on the opposite side of the Mesa. After our quick walk by the house, we decided to take the 2.2 mile "strenuous" hike to view petroglyphs along the canyon wall.



Well considering the National Park Status and the hordes of Californians and Europeans, we figured that 'strenuous' meant 'if you are from Colorado, you MIGHT break a sweat.' Well, I think I shattered the sweat, but the views from the canyon walls and top were totally worth the trek. The petroglyphs were fascinating, and even better was the fact that a trio of girls from a nearby camp were there too, one of whom was an archeology major who could interpret the symbols for us!



After the hike we swung through the museum, but it was a quick pass as the many Californians and French that had avoided the strenuous trail were in the air conditioned museum instead. I drank a ton of water to avoid dehydration in the dry southern Colorado air, then it was off to the crown Jewell of Mesa Verde...

The Scenic Route

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My sister and her friend had planned a trip to Mesa Verde and points south for a week in August. Liz needed the vacation, and wanted to spend some time seeing the further reaches of the state before she leaves for Hawaii. Sadly, her friend had a family emergency right before they were scheduled to leave. This left Liz without a companion, a car that could drive that far, and a driver comfortable with the interstate. Luckily for her, she had a few people volunteer to go with her!



I was one of those, and so early on a Saturday morning we headed south from Denver along State Highway 285. I've been down that way as far as Buena Vista in recent memory, so once we got past there it was all new to me. On a whim we stopped at the Gunnison Pioneer Museum, and what a stop that turned out to be. Not only did they have a full narrow gauge train (with bell to ring), they had one of the premier car collections in the country, a military collection with weapons from every major power in World War II, fashion from the last hundred years, a school house right out of 1925, a homestead, farming equipment and more. I was shocked to find such a unique museum just along the side of the road. It really does show that sometimes life's unplanned stops are the most rewarding.



From there we passed Blue Mountain Reservor and the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. It was hard to keep my eye's on the road sometimes, a problem that would only get worse as we drew closer to the San Juan Mountains in the South Western corner of the state.



We stopped for Dinner and gas in Ouray. We considered stopping for the night there, but there weren't many hotels that had room, and we wanted to get as close to Mesa Verde and Durango as we could in our first travel day.



Climbing out of Ouray was something else. I hadn't realized it, but we were on our way up the Million Dollar Highway (built back when a million dollars was a lot of money!) to Red Mountain Pass, one of the most beautiful passes in the state, and this is in a state with a LOT of gorgeous high mountain passes.



We made it to Silverton around 9:30 that night, and decided to go ahead and stay there rather than push on to Durango. It was only another 50 miles to go, but we'd be summiting another pass, and quite frankly I was getting tired! Also, I kind of wanted it to be daylight for the next pass in line.



Like a good Boy Scout, I'd come prepared for the hot, dry weather in the Four Corners area and Taos, not the crips cold night air of Silverton. This made for an interesting night and morning, as I walked around town in shorts and sandals, teeth chattering.



We ate at a nearby diner the next morning, and pondered if road trips would be possible without the traditional bottomless cup of coffee. Well fortified it was on the road again, this time headed to Molas pass and then on to Durango.



Molas Pass wasn't quite as distrubing a drive as the climb out of Ouray to Red Mountain Pass, but it was still full of amazing high country views. I'll admit that like many Denver dewllers, I tend to forget that there are patches of the Rocky Mountains that lie off of I-70, and that those patches are very well worth visiting.



After a quick photo stop at the top, we made top speed for Mesa Verde, for I knew that there would be a lot of sights to see there...

When a week is mere hours yet also eternity

In one week, if all goes well, I'll be departing Denver on a British Airways flight to Copenhagen via London. From there I will take the train 25 miles to Lund University, Sounthern Sweden, and start a new, more studious life. If all goes well. My student visa has not yet arrived, and I'll admit that that fact is causing me some stress. I sent away the documents back in early June, and have been eagerly checking my mail daily. My irrepressible optimism still thinks that everything will work out fine, but a certain level of worry has intruded into my life.

Really, the visa, though troubling, is only one part of my mess of worries. Despite the fact that I have done this sort of thing more than once, I still worry. Change is healthy, necessary and inevitable, but that doesn't mean we have to like it! On the other side of any big change is a vast ocean of uncertainty, and that is intimidating. However, I have been trying to look at it in the light that uncertainty is only another word for possibility, and so on the other side of any change is a blank slate of possibilities and opportunities. When we weather change, we become better people. At least, that is what I keep telling myself when I say good-bye to everybody... again.

Mt. Bierstadt Redux (Now with 357 degrees)

The other weekend I decided it was past time to head to the really high country, and so I conviced Jen and my dad to go summit Mt. Bierstadt with me. I did Bierstadt last summer too, but it's convinient location and the ease of the hike made it a no brainer to try again. This was especially true as it was Jen's first 14er, and Bierstadt makes an excellent introduction to Colorado's high mountains.



I was excited both to climb and to hone my Panorama skills. I really enjoy shooting panoramas, and the scenery above treeline almost demands the extra space. Every photo on this post is a panorama, most of them stitches of at least 4 or 5 photos. The above image is a stitch of five vertically oriented images, basically creating photoshop super wide angle lense, without a fisheye lens's distortion.



We were blessed with excellent weather, the sky was clear until long after we had decended from the summit. I would much rather mosey down from the mountains than flee the wrath of Zeus and his lightning bolts.



On top I decided it was time to try something new, a 360 degree panorama of the whole view from the summit. When I did the initial photo stitch, I actually forgot to include a couple pictures to make it a total 360 degree image, the result looked great, but is more like 350 degrees of view. When I figured out that I had the rest of the coverage, I redid the image, but I actually like the composition on this one better, so I am sticking with it. Interestingly enough, it wouldn't upload onto blogger (The high quality version is 25 megabytes, this one is 5) so I had to upload it to flickr and link from there. If you want to view the whole panorama, you'll have to click over to flickr, and if you want to see all the detail, e-mail or post in the comments and I can send out the high quality version.

The Flowers of Herman's Gulch

Herman's Gulch is a valley and cirque high above Interstate 70 near the Continental Divide. I hiking trail leads up from the highway to a series of glacial lakes (tarns) above tree line.



Herman's Gulch is famous for its vast arrays of wildflowers. This plus its close proximity to Denver and the dog friendly rules make it a very popular place on the weekends.



It is worth braving the crowds because the trail winds through a wide variety of scenery, from pine forests and waterfalls to high meadows and then all the way to the rocks and tundra above the tree line.



While at the lake we saw a huge marmot flee into his hidey hole under a rock. He was pretty upset with all the people around him, whistling his displeasure for the world to hear. I tried to get down into the hole a bit so I could take a picture of him, but even though the marmot was large and the hole was small, I never did see him in there.



We also got very lucky weather wise, with a little bit of rain as we started out, and then clear skies and warm weather all the way to the top and back. I've been chased out of tree line by lightning more times than I can count, so I was pretty glad that Thor decided to let us stay and enjoy the high mountain scenery for a while.

NoCal

Most of the time we spent in California was spent at my Uncle's place in Vacaville, and my Grandfathers in Hopland. Hopland was famous for it's beer brewing and especially the aromatic Hops that gave the town its name. Beer has (with the exception of the Mendocino Brewing Company) moved on and now the dry hills are covered in vineyards.



We spend most of our time in the area on my Grandfathers property, driving tractors and shooting the lever action .22 at the copious beer cans my uncles provide.



Though there is a fair amount of exploring to do as well, there are a pair of creeks and a network of roads and deer trails in the area, so there are plenty of nooks and crannies to check out. On one of our walks down the road my Mom, Sister and I saw three skunks one right after the other. I had never seen a living skunk before, so I was pretty excited, even chasing after one of them. I didn't get too close though, so I managed to avoid being sprayed.



While not a skunk, my Grandfather's cat Elvira is a tad wild. She won't often come up close to humans, but I managed to persuade her to accept my pets.



While in Vacaville, my dad decided to break out the croquet set and teach The Youngest Cousin (TM) how to play. I avoided the game myself, as open toed sandals + beer + heavy balls + mallets = pain and suffering.



I have been trying to work on my portrait photography lately, and this is one of the results of that effort, I think it came out looking pretty good.

It has been a very busy summer for me, and my remaining weeks in the United States will prove even busier, with hikes and climbs and a road trip to the Four Corners!

The City by the Bay

Father's Day found me in California, visiting my Grandfather. I've been to West Coast a great many times, but rarely have the opportunity to do 'touristy' sorts of things. Luckily, this time we managed to squeeze in a visit to San Francisco.



The whole family was excited to visit China Town and get Dim Sum. While we have excellent Dim Sum available in Denver, we all knew that it would be even better in the heart of China Town. Not only was the Dim Sum on offer amazingly delicious, it was cheaper than it had any right to be.



After brunch, we walked the waterfront from one side of the city to the other. While San Francisco may be a city of fog and dim light, the day was actually quite sunny and warm. The Golden Gate never showed its face, but the rest of the bay area was covered in sun.









While Liz and Mom took some time to have a coffee, Dad and I walked out to the end of the community pier, where I took the opportunity to shoot a few Panoramic shots of the city. I've really come to enjoy the looks of the panoramas, even though it does add to my post-processing workload.

New York Misc.

I had a few photos of New York that I liked that were orphaned in that they didn't really fit in any of my planned blog topics. So here they are! We start off with Times Square, at night, in black and white.





This church is right across the street from the World Trade Center, and escaped remarkably unscathed. It was used as a command center/ triage center during the Sept 11th attacks, and now exists both as an historic landmark and as a memorial to that day that now lies almost a decade in our past.





No visit to central park would be complete without a visit to Strawberry Fields and it's John Lennon tribute.







The Dakota rises above Central Park.